Barbed Wire Tattoo - Jungkook gang au

7 - Save Me

CHAPTER SEVEN

I was shocked at first, to be sitting at an ice cream shop with Jungkook and Hoseok. Jungkook got some weird chocolate bar ice cream flavour, Hoseok got strawberry with chocolate sprinkles, I got plain vanilla.

"I guess you really are a psychopath," Jungkook laughed while fitting a large spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. "Plain vanilla? Psychopathic."

I shrugged my shoulders as I ate my perfectly normal decision of vanilla ice cream. Since Jungkook and I's interaction in the hallway, we had decided to talk over ice cream. When he learned I'd never been to an ice cream shop he decided we had to go to his favorite one across town. But the ice cream shop was rather close to my father's house, and I new there were Kang Dealers walking around the streets, to say my anxiety was high was an understatement. I decided to try to ignore it as much as possible, I came here to talk and that's what I was determined to do. I don't think I'm going to trust any of them after one ice cream chat, but it's a start. After all I'm apart of Amphis now, the thought is confusing. How the fuck did I get here?

"So, um, Hoseok?" His eye's met with mine and a chill ran down my spine. I suddenly felt like those eyes were familiar, like I've stared into them many times before. "Where did you see me?"

"Jae's bar. You were fighting a group of biker girls." His voice was different that I expected, this being one of the first times I've heard him talk calmly.

"I'm not going to sugar coat anything. Why me? What the fuck could you possibly see in me? You do realize I'm the worst mafia weapon from the Kang Mafia. I couldn't even see you tailing me for years." My words were speeding up as I talked more, Jungkook was sucking on his spoon looking at us with his arms folded across his chest. We were sat at a booth and I was alone on one side while Jungkook sat on the wall in front of me, Hoseok beside him.

"Being tailed and not noticing it doesn't make you bad at what you do. You are very talented, you've taken down groups of men with nothing but a knife. I've seen you kill two men at once while hanging upside down. You not noticing people who didn't want to be noticed doesn't make you bad at your job, it makes us good at ours." Hoseok let out a small grin and Jungkook leaned forward, placing his arm around Hoseok's shoulders and the other resting on the table.

"Princess you're different from other girls we've known. You can kill us just as fast as we can kill you. Probably faster." Jungkook said eating the last bite of his ice cream and beginning to eat Hoseok's.

"You didn't answer my question. Why me?" I looked at Hoseok and his face got serious. He pushed his ice cream over to Jungkook whose eyes widened at the sugary treat and began eating away.

"Because 2 years ago Amphis lost something, someone. Losing them caused us to begin to fall apart. We were fighting, hurting each other, arguing and going against our oaths. We needed someone," By now Jungkook had disregarded his ice cream and he was staring at me. I think this is the first time he's heard these words. "We didn't need someone to replace the one we lost. We needed someone to mend broken hearts, someone who knew everything there is to know about this line of work. Someone who understood what it's like to be looked at like nothing but a weapon. We needed someone who we could help, who we could fix. By helping them we could save ourselves." Hoseok was serious for a split second before he was back to grinning. "You aren't doing anything for us, you are letting us do something for you."

I stood up from my spot in the booth, grabbing the keys to the motorcycle I drove over here. Jungkook looked worried as he and Hoseok stood up as well.

"I'm not a charity case. I don't need you to fix me, I wasn't weak before you began meddling in my life. YOU created a weakness in me inorder for you to try to fix it. But tell me, would you let the person who took your little sister stay in her life if they returned her?" Jungkook tensed at my words, I realize I was reaching and I was grabbing hold of a very sensitive topic and throwing it into Jungkook's face. "You wouldn't. So why would I want to let the people who I've been trained to hate, the people who made me weak, why would I let them try to fix me. All you know how to do with me is make me inferior to the world, something I never was. So I'll pass, you were wrong this time Hoseok. You can't save me."

I began walking toward the door when I heard them following me. I walked to the bikes sitting on mine, them standing in front of it.

"If you didn't want to be saved, you wouldn't have left your dads. If you didn't want to be saved you wouldn't have texted Jungkook about the warehouse. You wouldn't have called Yugyeom that night." Hoseok was glaring at me, I guess he doesn't enjoy being told he's wrong. Jungkook was noticeably angry at the mention of Yugyeom's name, I was as well. "Think about what name you have on the back of your jacket and tell me you don't want to be helped. Think about the name you carry, and the name you're wearing, and tell me I'm wrong one more time." He was fuming.

"My name defines my wealth, the name on the back is merely decoration." I revved my engine my heart was filled with anger, and for a moment I didn't feel like I was weak. I didn't feel like I was a failure. "You're wrong Jung Hoseok from Gwangju, born on the 18th of February year 1994. You're right about one thing though, I know everything there is to now about this world. I know now not to trust anyone." He turned around slightly before peering over his shoulder to look at me. His eyes still sent chills down my spine, he held a craziness in his eyes that terrified me. I've never been scared of anyone but my father.

I didn't feel weak, I didn't feel like I was useless after our talk. But as my eyes met with Jungkook's, and they were red, and his face looked hurt, but an angry hurt, I didn't feel strong anymore. When we jumped on his bike and raced after me, I didn't feel strong.

I finally knew what role I played in this mess. I wasn't the cat, I was the mouse. I was the chased not the chaser. I was being chased by my father, and my Amphis. The thought that stayed in my mind as I weaved through traffic to get back to the Amphis house was what Hoseok said. Maybe apart of me wanted to or needed to be saved, I just don't know what that is. And if I do need saving does that make me weak? But I was trained to see emotions as weaknesses. But weaknesses made Amphis the second most powerful gang family in South Korea. So the weak can be the strongest.

Maybe I did need saving, not from my dad, or from Yugyeom, but from myself. Maybe Amphis could make me stronger. But right now I refuse to believe that.

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There might be typos sorry. Also i'm the most embarrassing human being and i hate myself and i am vv depressed rn. im going to continue writing but it'll probably be shit, like me